Title: Let Us Learn How To Waltz
Summary: Does Harry have a Muggle life? Does Voldemort have a muggle life? We have to second gguess our answers when we see them both in the night club Unrestrained.
Rating: M for mature
Warnings: Yaoi, sexual situations, Cross dressing
Authors: Anna Tramell, Meikouaikitsune
Beta: Anna Tramell, Meikouhaikitsune

This is a co-write with Anna Tramell and Meikouhaikistune.

Lillian smiled as she strapped her guitar over herself, a sonorous going to her throat as she looked back at her band mates, as the nodded the quarto walked out on stage. She didn't blink twice at being in front of millions of witches and wizards wearing only a short fluffy skirt, with thigh high black and green stockings, boots coming up to her shins and her chest barely covered, her emerald eyes alighting with fire as she stared into the audience.

The guitar that lay at its perfect weight was her familiar. She tossed her black bangs and held the mike in leather-covered gloves,

"Hello there everyone," she greeted; the audience called out to her their love and praise before a note was strung. Men and women alike calling out her name, giving suggestions - Lillian's heart raced in excitement.

"We're going to do things a bit differently tonight, as you can see we're all dressed differently. We're going to give you a preview of our new album coming out!" Lillian called, looking out into the club, different couples paying different amounts of attention as they lost themselves in dancing to the strobe lights or they found them selves being seduced by their partner. Lillian's smile widened when she saw a speck of crimson. "So instead of making you wait any longer...Here we go!!" With that, Lillian reached down in the crowd and brought up a tall wizard. "Today... I'm going to have some help with this song..." Lillian slipped an arm around the tall man. "Can you give us a name?"

The taller wizard almost stuttered as he looked out into the crowd, clearly shocked to have been pulled on stage. He looked into emerald eyes and almost took a double look, but Potter wasn't the sort to cross dress so he tossed the idea out with many others.

"Tom Riddle, miss and a beauty like you must have a name also?" He questioned, enjoying the cheers of the crowd as he played along.

"You should know it," Lillian laughed, and then winked in an almost secretive manner. She cued her band members and a song started up. Her hips swayed, the beat engulfed her, and she placed the microphone between their mouths to sing.

"Won't you be my bad boy, be my man Be my week-end lover But don't be my friend You can be my bad boy But understand That I don't need you again," Lillian almost yelled into the mic, taking the sing - as she was suppose to - a lot more seriously then the red eyed man on stage with her. Tom was just singing along as she forced him to dance, the crowd going wild as the song came to its peak.

Lillian directed their hips, thin fingers gliding between them - the more they touched, the more the fans cheered. Her sparkling emerald eyes never leaving that of Tom's.

Said man's breath almost caught in his throat as he felt the bulge and green eyed beauty rubbing against him. Foolishly realizing the bulge was not the boy's mic. He continued to sing with the one next to him, his breath coming short as he made his way into the music.

"You once made this promise To stay by my side But after some time you just pushed me aside You never thought that a girl could be strong Now I'll show you how to go on!"

The song ended and they gazed at one another in an odd breathless sort of moment, but then the sound of the club roared into life and they were swept away from the other. Lillian held onto the hand.

"Wait for me," she mouthed. After all, the show had to continue

The rest of the night Tom couldn't help but imagine what that body would have been like if it had been unclothed. His thighs and waist still tingled from the pressure of a body grinding into his and a hand on his waist. He knew who this person was... he had to have. There was no way a witch...wizard - whatever that beautiful and pose wasn't a pure-blood. So why was he drawing a blank?

He waited as patiently as any dark overlord could for the ending of the concert and watching that beautiful and sensuous creature was a good enough way to pass it, but gods, if he had to wait a minute longer...but he didn't because as soon as he lost sight of the beauty he was almost plowed over by said green eyed singer.

"I didn't actually think you'd wait," Lillian said as she clasp their hands together.

Lillian pulled him away from the crowds, moving quickly between her fans, the way she moved with ease was enough to entrance the man to follow. He didn't know where they were headed, but frankly - who the hell cared? As long as where they went - and he hoped - would be to a private bedroom.

He was surprised when he was pushed through doubled doors lined with serpents, watching as Lillian closed the doors behind them; locking them before she turned attention else where: towards him. His breath did catch this time as she shoved him back, straddling his hips as he landed on a large bed. She immediately started kissing him, her black hair hanging over them like a privacy curtain.

Le gods, who was this? So velvety soft and smooth, that had his heart pounded hard into his chest as she rammed against his body eagerly. It took not much longer for their clothes to be stripped away and at least one bit of the mystery solved: This was a boy and a very sexy - for lack of any other word - one at that

And by Merlin could he live up to the title, Voldemort thought as the younger caught his gaze and kept it as his hands stroked down his chest, his tongue soon following like silk being dropped a crossed him.

By his life though, Voldemort could not look away as the lithe pale hands finally reached their goal, wrapping around his erection. He wanted to throw his head back, moan, move, look anywhere but those tantalizing green eyes that held his gaze as the mouth that had played follow the leader continued in its game, wrapping around him. The searing heat in gulfing him, that heavy gaze on him as half lidded emeralds watched his every movement. He broke that gaze for the first time though as he dropped down to the bed, laying on his back as he lost all control of his limbs and moaned.

"Sweet Salazar, Lils..." was all the dark lord could get out as the suction continued, those pale hands finding new toys as they fondled him gently. Lillian's tongue paying special attention to his head as he fisted his hands in the long raven looks in front of him.

Voldemort almost groaned at the loss of that mouth, though the hands still fondling him were okay too. He looked into those emerald eyes as the younger man kissed him soundly, Voldemort's mind completely leaving him as the boy held his gaze.

"Cum for me," he literally hissed, the snake language taking Voldemort over the edge and into euphoric oblivion.

He could still feel those hands on him, that mouth on his neck sucking gently. He wanted to reach out into that haze and grab hold of 'Lillian' as he stood, but there was that whispered farewell in parsel-tongue that shocked him still: "Thanks, Voldie."